The second quarter was all West High's. They scored two TDs and another field goal, so half time saw us down by seventeen and I was starting to sweat....n the third quarter Dan managed a couple of long bombs for two touchdowns while the defense kept West from even getting into our half of the field, so we were within three points going into the final quarter. West got the ball on a fumbled kickoff and ran it in for another TD, while the best we could do was a pair of field goals. Final score:. May I cum now, Please!" "...(pant)..no, not ...yet my....slave...(pant)...not yet." She started to withdraw and I felt my pussy try and 'death-grip' that cock inside. She thrust back into me all the way then out again several times as I endured this pleasant torture. It was amazing how my body could stretch to accommodate so many intruders and they made me feel so wonderfully full. I whined and begged; "Oh, please mistress....(pant)...I'll be...so good...to you...(pant)...anything...just tell. My blood churned with anger as I heard him telling them "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your daughter". Good care my ass. He was probably fantasizing about fucking me already. I went to the room that had been given to me, buried my face into the pillow and started to cry. Soon enough, I heard the sound of my dad's car leaving. I lay still, sobbing into the pillow. Suddenly, I felt a presence over my body. I knew it was Mr. Smith. I didn't move. I felt his hands plant themselves on the. “I'm close,” I said horsely. “Me too,” she said continuing to pound me with her pussy. I grabbed her hips and began pulling her down on me even harder than she had been pounding me. I watched as Joan took her tits in her hands and squeezed them and pinched her buds. “Shit… Shit… Shit…” She said in time with our hammering. I felt the ropes of cum course through my cock and burst forth into her eagerness. I could only imagine the streams of semen splashing into the walls of her cunt. It hit her a.